After a very brief respite the heavy rains have continued, both inside and outside the palaceta (for new readers, the palaceta is what we call the big old house, aka Brokedown Palace, where we’ve lived for the past year). In between deluges the h installed plastic sheeting outside the double doors of the kitchen, which has stopped the worst of the flooding. Bowed but unbeaten by the neverending rain, our guest Linda has moved the grill from the kitchen courtyard to the carport and cooks via headlamp - last night we had grilled teriyaki chicken (sorry guys, I whisper to the sleeping flock) and butternut squash soup with julienned carrots and peas from Alberto’s garden.
I feel your rain pain. We're near Coimbra atm and I've never seen rain like it (and I'm from the UK!) There was sun and blue skies this morning so I bravely hung my washing out only to have to scurry out about half an hour later to rescue it from you know what 🤣
I feel your rain pain. We're near Coimbra atm and I've never seen rain like it (and I'm from the UK!) There was sun and blue skies this morning so I bravely hung my washing out only to have to scurry out about half an hour later to rescue it from you know what 🤣
I don't like to be seen as complaining but I am complaining, dammit